Ted Waitt Quotes

When I look back at the 1980s I pinch myself. Did I really do all that?

When I was a kid, I thought it was tough.

A certain point came when I wanted to document growing-up adventures.

The past, with its pleasures, its rewards, its foolishness, its punishments, is there for each of us forever, and it should be.

We all look for lost time.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

I became an adult in an extreme way. I was recently sorting some old photographs and I found another.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

I never imagined my life would be the way that it has been for the past 30 years. I have had the best experiences a person can have-and the worst as well.

Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.

There is nothing on earth that could ever make me want to relive certain years of my life when I was young.

I look back with a mix of emotions: sadness for the people who are gone, nostalgia for times that have passed, but immense gratitude for the wonderful opportunities that came my way.

I did my 40 years in Washington, 40-plus, and it's time to pause and reflect and think about what I've seen and done.

I loved high school, but I wouldn't want to do it again.

Everybody looks back on what they studied and what they grew up with.

Our memories are the keys to our past and everything we've ever worked for, fought for, and dreamed of.

Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny.

For me, the new pictures are what I'm thinking about every day. The past is the past, no? Every day is a new challenge.

It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.

Clothing is . . . an exercise in memory. It makes me explore the past: how did I feel when I wore that. They are like signposts in the search for the past.

Looking forward to going home, I was necessarily looking backward.

But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

In a funny way, I like the past, I'm a very nostalgic person.

The things that go wrong often make the best memories.